User blog comment:Rawfan56/Of Corsairs and Pirates/@comment-1669318-20110123014015

.*Elyas sighs* Well...three seasons ago, no wait, it was four...anyway, I was out fishing half a days sail south. Me and my boat came upon a tiny island, t'wasn't much more than a sandbar raised up out of the waves. I only noticed it because there was a dark shape on it. I sailed over there, and there was a little shelter built out of the wreakage of what must've been a decent-sized ship. There was a ferret in the shelter, dying of thirst and starvation. Just before he passed to the Dark Forest gates he gave me a purse full of gold, a lot of good it did him, and told me to seek out a weasel named Salm, a close friend of his, and tell her how he died. He also gave me descriptions of her and others who migh know her whereabouts. For four seasons I've carried the message, and I've finally delivered it. Oh! He also gave me this. *Elyas pulls a rusted cutlass from the folds of his cloak, the name "Loy Kashka" is engraved on the wooden pommel.*